Heat beats
down on the sukhumvit road
a thousand traders
a million dreams.
The dragon of progrees
weaves it way
through the city.
where hotei comes
with his gifts of fruit
and sweets
for the angles
of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem: I must admit the dragon brought great gifts of understanding the area. Very nice picture indeed. Daphne Grant